I close my eyes,
I've taken care of
Everything that
Came along today, needing
Taking care of.
So I keep my eyes closed
And I figure, when they've
Adjusted, I'll see something
Out there in my own
Vast beyond, sometimes
Red barn rooftops, sometimes
Shapes of the garden in
My night vision, the odd
Light of it pulling my watching out
To the old barn.
When I opened my
Eyes, the blackest night was
There waiting. Tonight the fog
Lifted.
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